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A Plea for Help

Help Support Me Me's family in a time of great need (The family of Me Me, mother of 3 BSD students who died 12.17)A few days ago, I blogged about a mom who recently was killed in a car accident. Here’s  a link to explain what happened.

The campaign to help this family, former refugees from Burma, has started. And you can help.

Here’s why you should feel like jumping in to help your fellow human being.

When you are a refugee, you don’t start at zero. You start at negative money. You have to repay travel costs, pay for housing after getting a small stipend. They don’t take our jobs. They don’t get subsidized housing. If you’re wondering about that, here’s an article that deliniates costs of being a refugee to the United States.

These costs are common. Most countries charge refugees in the same way.

I just heard on NPR tonight, though, about a unified effort to make refugees’ travel to Canada a little easier. They plan to take in 25,000 this year and 25,000 next. Volunteers are lining up. They have more than 100,000 lawyers who have volunteered to help with paperwork issues. Organizations are ready to pitch in. The country is even waiving transportation costs.

If only we could be so welcoming.

Instead, many in the United States think we need to “hit the pause button” on taking in refugees.

I ask in this season of giving–in this time where all of us should dig deep and wonder what we would wish for if we were standing if their shoes–how would we want others to treat us?

One of our former students who moved to Utica, NY, from Burlington, VT, because there is a Burmese mosque there, said that none of her teachers even asked her about the accident. The people who died were all related to her. Nobody asked.

Maybe they didn’t know.

Maybe, like in Burlington, the newsrooms have been gutted so much that the article above that says the woman who died lived in Vermont but nobody knew where from just stands. With no follow up. Nobody digging deeper because there is nobody to dig. Nobody to get the word out. It still hasn’t shown up in local papers.

The people in the accident were hurt too much; the survivors had too little English to say the right words to get attention. Maybe. Maybe that’s what happened.

So maybe these teachers don’t know. But it hurt this student’s heart to know that it seems nobody cares.

So now, you can show you do.

Go to Me Me’s page.

Help this family live another day.



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